taking off is not an easy task. it might be especially bad if you are a faultier, but even if you are not. first you get rid of work, which is easier said than done, than you rid yourself of your belongings – one should think it is easy, to give your stuff away, but again, this is quite a challenge – some objects try to stick with you, others nobody else wants.

once you are done with all that – a process that took us several months (and – if I am honest – we are not completely done yet), you have to start saying goodbye to friends and family. and the way it always goes, at least in our lives, as soon as you think you are ready, and you could finally leave, than things happen, people get pregnant, people get sick, people have grown so close to you that it suddenly doesn’t look like such a brilliant idea to separate from them, etc. etc.

…and suddenly the world does not look like such a desirable place no more. you start thinking about home, about all the good things around, which you haven’t thought about in years. and in the end of all this process doubt creeps up inside you, and if you are honest with yourself you realize, it feels like this because you are a faultier – you are someone who is too lazy to crawl up a mountain slope, someone too lazy to run after a train, wait for a bus (yes – there is the moment you find out, you are too lazy for waiting even…) etc. etc.

all this thoughts of course, they are quite a challenge in themselves as well, so finally, finally there comes the moment, when the thinking itself starts being exhausting – so, what do you do? being a faultier after all.

this is the moment you form the big descision to finally leave…